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20 Issue No, 1 - 8th year - 1926 ——————————————————————————————————————————— den tredje satte han paa hovedet ned i "gjilsaaen", der forresten var tom denne gang. "Er det saa noget mere, I vil?" spurgte Lars, da han var færdig; men det var nok ikke mere de vilde dennegang, for de kom sig paa fode en efter en og sneg sig snarest mulig ud bagdøren og forsvandt. Ja, Lars det var en gruelig sterk karl, og jeg skal fortælle en liden historie til om ham. Han havde engang gjort en byreis og var kommen med flere kammerater paa tilbagevei igjen. De havde en skude eller liden jagt, de reiste paa. Vinden var god og de seilede med fuld fart ind mellem de steile fjelde langs Bolstadsfjordens krumninger; men da det var senhøstes og dagene korte, blev det snart mørkt, og i mørket blev de døsige og vidste ikke, hvorhen de styrede. Som de nu sad slig og dubbede, var der en som skreg op: "Vi støder paa land!" og da saa de alt det sorte fjeldet, som sjøerne væltede sig imod, at reise sig høit og steilt lige imod dem. "Læg skuta fra land, gut," raabte Lars, men da var det allerede for sent; de vilde støde i næste øieblik; saa stormede han frem i forenden af fartøiet fik sig et godt tag og stemte fødderne frem over rælingen, og da de naaede fjeldet, tog han saa kraftig mod at skuden fik en anden retning og gled langs med bergvæggen uden at tage den mindste skade. Lars havde tre sønner, Ivar, Peder og Ole; det var kraftige karle allesammen, skjønt ikke saa stærke som faderen, men godmodige og snilde; Ja, Ivar var nu mere som man vilde have ham til. Han var min (meddelerens) jevnaldrende, og jeg kjendte ham godt. En dag var Ivar paa Vangen, og dit kom ogsaa en mand fra Grimestad ved navn Lars, om du har hørt tale om ham; det var en liden spinkel mand men ildsindet og lysten til at slaast. Han vilde prøve tag med næsten alle, han traf i, og var en stor plage. Saa høvede det slig den dag, at han traf Ivar just udenfor Paal Jægers nuværende hus, og Lars var lidt paa en kant og det var Ivar ogsaa. Lars havde hørt om disse gutterne, at de skulde være sterke, men godmodige fjog og fik lyst til at erte denne kroppen her, stillede sig derfor bag ham og gav ham et spark over knæhaserne for at faa ham til at falde overende. Men Ivar stod lige rak han, og istedetfor at falde overende, vendte han sig hastigt om, greb sin modstander med en haand i buksen og en i trøiekraven og slængte ham lige mod døren til den lille Paalstue, saa døren gik i filler, og manden med hovedet foran styrtede ind i gangen, hvor han indtil videre blev liggende og bad og tiggede for sig, at man dog ikke maatte slaa ham ihjel. Ivar bare lo til ham og sagde, at han fik slippe for mere strvg denne gang; men han maatte passe sig en anden gang og ikke komme igjen saaledes, for ellers slap han ikke for saa godt kjøb". — was empty however, this time. "Was there anything more you wanted?" asked Lars, when he was finished; but there wasn't anything more they wanted this time because they got to their feet, one after the other, turned as quick as they could, went out the back door and disappeared. Yes, Lars was a terribly strong he-man, and I shall tell another little anecdote about him. He one time made a trip to town (Bergen) and was coming home again with several companions. They hade a little sailboat or yacht there were traveling with. The wind was fair and they were sailing full-speed in between the steep mountain walls along Bolstad fjord's bends; but it was late in the fall with short days and it suddenly got dark and in the dark they became lethargic and didn't pay attention to where they were going. As they sat and nodded, there was a cry of, "we're going to hit land!" and all they saw were black mountains that the waves were beating against, high and steep tight next to them. "Steer the boat away from land", yelled Lars, but it was already too late; they were going to hit in an instant; then he rushed forward to the stem of the vessel, got a good grip and braced his feet forward over the rail and when they reached the mountain he pushed against it so that the boat changed directions and glided along the mountainside without the least damage. Lars had three sons, Ivar, Peder and Ole; they were all big guys, though not as strong as their father, but good-natured and well behaved; Yes, Ivar was now more as people wanted him to be. He was my (the author's) age and I knew him well. One day, he was at Vangen and a man from Grimestad, also named Lars, if you have heard talk of him; he was a little, slender man with a fiery temper and a inclination for fighting. He wanted to test himself with almost everyone he met and was just a big pest. It so happened that he met Ivar just outside Paal Jæger's house and Lars was on one edge and Ivar was also. Lars had heard about these boys, who were strong but good-natured and got the idea of teasing this one here, and positioned himself and tripped him in order to get him to fall down. But Ivar standing upright instead of falling on his head, turned quickly, grabbed his assailant with one hand on the trousers and one on the jacket collar and sling him against the door to the little Paal cottage so that the door shattered and the man went headfirst into the entryway where he lay and begged "don't kill me". Ivar just laughed and said that he wouldn't get more beating this time, but he'd better be careful of a second time otherwise he wouldn't escape for such a bargain". — —————————————————————————————————————————————— Translated by Stanley J. Nuland
Vossingen 21 ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― Ja, saa skrev Haukenæs, og hertil kan føies lidt mere. Lars Rogne var gift med Anna I. Ivarsdtr. Saude (Bordstranden). Han døde 1846, 78 aar gl. og hun i 1841, 69 aar gammel. Foruden de tre sønner havde de en datter Anna, som boede paa Rene. Peder, som vistnok var ældst boede ved Baabroen, og vil kanske endnu af enkelte erindres som Per med Broen. Dennes søn var afdøde Lars Peterson velkjendt skrædder i Chicago. Ole Larson Rogne var pionergaardbruger ved Leland, Ill., og efterlod sig mange børn. Ivar var Gitle Lekves far, som boede i Nordrekvalsmoen, Voss. Om hans styrke kan der ogsaa fortelles, at da den bekjendte halvtulling fra Søndfjord, Storevigen, om hvis styrke sagnet gaar, i sin tid var til Voss og stundom gjorde opstuds især i ungdommens danselag, da var det Ivar Rogne, som maatte holde styr paa ham. Han var dog ikke tilstede, da et danselag paa Voss holdt paa at skulde slaa Storevigen fordærvet. Ivar drog meget paa fiske om vintrene. Engang var han med da deres baad holdt paa at skulle gaa tilbunds. Ivar stod da i iskoldt søvand til høit op under armene. Det bragte ham en mavesygdom, som han siden ikke helt forvandt. Han drev en hel del med kramvarehandel, forarbeidede uldkarder, vævskeer o. 1. og solgte. Han var gift med Borghild Gjettesdtr. Honve og havde børnene: Lars, Anna, (Mrs. Rosenquist, Chicago) Gitle, Styrk, Ingeborg (Mrs. A. Amundson Gjøasten Verona, Wis. og Ivar paa Voss. * Eg æ no far din enddao!— Dette var et ordsprog, man havde paa Voss efter Lars Torstenson Lofthus. Lars var en kjæmpekar, men som de fleste af det slaget var ogsaa han godmodig og tilmed morosam. Han var ogsaa en af de bedste Spillemænd paa hardangerfele, man har havt paa Voss. En slaat har saaledes navnet "Lofthusen". Lars var født 1798 og døde 1892. Han blev sent gift og var en gammel mand da sønnen Torsten, som ogsaa var en kraftig kar, var paa sit bedste. En dag da de holdt paa at "berge" korn paa laaven, gik Lars og Torsten til arbeidet igjen efter middag. Der var flere folk tilstede. Lars gik foran op "laaveflæken" og Torsten efter. Lars havde en gammel skindbukse paa og Torsten tog tag i faderens bukse for at gjøre løier. Lars gik til de kom nær ind til "laavebrikerne". Da vender han sig hurtigt, greb Torsten i buksen og i kraven og slængte ham over plankerne ind i halmen paa laavegulvet, saa han laa saa lang han var. "Eg æ no far din endaone", sagde Lars, og sønnen maatte indrømme, at han endnu ikke kunde sætte sig op mod faren. Lars skulde da være omkr. 80 aar. En anden gang var Lars spillemand i et bryllup vistnok paa Lødve. I tunet laa der en lang sætessten. Yes, wrote Haukenæs, to this I can add a little more. Lars Rogne married Anna I. Ivarsdatter Saude (Bordstranden). He died in 1846, 78 years old and she in 1841 at age 69. In addition to the three sons, they had a daughter, Anna, who lived at Rene. Peder, evidently the oldest, lived by the Baa bridge, and maybe will be remembered by some as Per by the bridge. His son was the deceased Lars Peterson, well-known tailor in Chicago. Ole Larson Rogne was a pioneer farmer at Leland, IL, and left many children. Ivar was Gitle Lekve's father, who lived at Nordrekvalsmoen, Voss. It can also be told of his strength that when the half-wit from Søndfjord, Storevigen, about whom there are legends, in his day, came to Voss and once created a disturbance at a young people's dance party, it was Ivar Rogne, who had to control him. He hadn't been present when the crowd at the dance at Voss were about to destroy Storevigen. Ivar went fishing a lot during the winters. One time he was along when their boat was sinking. Ivar stood in ice-cold water up to his armpits. It caused a stomach disorder from which he never completely recovered. He worked in peddling quite a bit, made wool carders, loom reeds and the like, for sale. He married Borghild Gjettesdatter Honve and had the children: Lars, Anna, (Mrs. Rosenquist, Chicago) Gitle, Styrk, Ingeborg (Mrs. A. Amundson Gjøastein Verona, Wis. and Ivar at Voss. * I am your father yet! This was a saying people had at Voss after Lars Torstenson Lofthus. Lars was a giant of a man, but like most of that type, he also was good-natured and had a good sense of humor. He was also one of the best fiddlers on the Hardanger Fiddle, people at Voss have ever had. As a result a piece received the name "Lofthusen". Lars was born in 1798 and died in 1892; he was married late and was already an old man when his son, Torsten, who also was a big fellow, was in his prime. One day when they were storing grain in the loft, Lars and Torsten went back to work after dinner. There were several people present. Lars went first up into the granary and Torsten followed. Lars had old leather breeches on and Torsten grabbed them as a prank. Lars kept going until he was into the bins. Then he turned suddenly, took Torsten by the collar and seat of his pants and threw him over the beams onto the straw on the floor of the loft, so he lay there outstretched as long as he could reach. "I'm your father still", said Lars and the son had to agree that he couldn't put himself up against his father yet. Lars was about 80 years then. Another time, Lars was the fiddler at a wedding evidently at Lødve. In the yard, there lay a long stone —————————————————————————————————————————————— Translated by Stanley J. Nuland
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